Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.